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I am so NOT a screamer

I watch Sex and the City like it's my job. I've seen every episode and watch it nightly on channel 5 at 11:00pm (sometimes back to back with an episode at 11:30 too! Depending on how wild my week night gets.) I recently noticed Sarah Jessica Parker's character Carrie screams all...the...time. She screams when she's scared, excited or even as a flirting technique! A friend of mine who is the female version of a "BALLER" (classy, well dressed and very popular with the opposite sex) also is a screamer.

I noticed it when she was at my house doing nothing beyond the ordinary routine of brushing her teeth. Her and her boo were staying at my place and happened to be brushing at the same time. Because my bathroom lacks in space, they were both in the hallway, facing each other, and mumbling flirtations over mouth fulls of Colgate. Note: In a relationship where you're totally stoked on each other, even teeth brushing can be exciting...and worthy of a little scream apparently. In a fit of their teeth brushing/dancing/flirting sesh she screamed in excitement...or laughter maybe. Whatever the cause, there was a scream. Her boo thought it was nothing less than adorable of course.

I don't know why, but I feel so totally ridiculous when I scream. Not that it happens often but every now and then I give the "cute girl scream thing" a shot, and it honestly just does not work out for me.

Like this weekend, I saw a friend who I haven't seen in over a month. Upon the airport arrival hug, she screamed in excitement-a combo of being back in SD and seeing her dear friend (me). So since I was equally excited I gave it a go and screamed too. Then I just felt DUMB. No one else even noticed my half-assed attempt at a girly yelp, but I still couldn't help but feel ridiculous and uncomfortable in my own skin! I'm even a little embarrassed re-capping the scream incident in this post.

I have realized...I'll never be the girl whose idea of looking "ghetto" involves a Juicy suit and an intentionally "messy" pony tail. I don't look cute when I brush my teeth (generally I have toothpaste all over my face...and boobs). I don't have perfect make-up on from the night before and a matching french mani/pedi on the weekly.

As it turns out, I'm also SO NOT a screamer

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Rowdy said…
you act like these are defficits you need to correct.....not so!

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